Friday, 29 May 2009

the feather boats

the feather boats dragged onto hostile shoretheir rowers devoured their skins lie like mats on the floori watch from somewhere shaking with dull painful throesthe feather boats scattered like no one will sail them back homebut when the sky was still blueand serenethe feather boats flewthe sea was deep greenand I was a boywith beautiful eyesmy father was youngand my mother all smiles

yet I float like a snowflake and watch remnants sink into sandmy flaccid slow head sways this vision is going on endit smells like stale perfume, i breathe in the sweet sticky scentthe feather boats vanish, the last little copper coin spentthe mouth of the trap opened wideand invitingit was a mysterious rideso excitingevery next morningthe sky was brand newwhen did it changeoh i never knew

now i’m crushed like a bug the glassy sky lies on the groundthe funny bells ring the same pattern round and roundthe feather boats lost, i think they will never be foundin the end of the dream it turned into pus pouring outthe sick thrill invades through my breathi’m so tiredi don’t want to finish myselfin this pyrebut i’m a strangerto all I believewhen all i despiseis the inside of me

set sailand take me awayset saili can’t stand this strainset sailand stop it stop it going onset sailplease take me back home